1吃过午饭,我走到村头的高岗上,躺在美人靠上,一个人在阒寂中欣赏瓦檐外从空中飘向山坳里的雪花。放学回家以来,我就陷入一阵虚妄和迷茫中,时常感觉到,自己只有站在风中,内心才会寻得片刻宁静。雪花纷飞,就容易触景生情,一会儿就忽视了眼前静谧的村落,慢慢地就开始回想。记得去年冬天去了我女朋友家乡,那里是平原,看不到一座山,一望无垠,我和她经常在广阔的雪地里追逐, 1 After having had lunch, I went to the high barn of the village head and lay on the beauties. A man admired the snowflakes drifting from the air into the cove outside in the silence. Since returning home from school, I fell into a burst of false and confused, and often feel that only by standing in the wind, the heart will find a moment of quiet. Snow fluttering, it is easy to touch the scene of passion, while ignoring the immediate quiet village, slowly began to recall. I remember going to my girlfriend last winter’s hometown, where is the plains, can not see a mountain, a boundless, I and she often chase in the vast snow,